Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.